Subjugating Her on Broadcast (11)
Even with her mouth buried between Won-seon's thighs, Yu-min felt Dong-hyun's cock press against her entrance and squeezed her eyes shut.
It was the worst situation imaginable, and she had no way out of it.
As he slowly forced himself inside her, a terrible pain ripped through her body. Yu-min may have been inexperienced with men, but she'd used toys on herself before, so her hymen was already gone — yet nothing she had ever put inside herself came close to this size.
"Nnghmmm!!!"
She tried to scream, forgetting entirely about the cunt in her face, but Won-seon's massive body smothered the sound. She tried to clamp her legs shut against the pain, but Dong-hyun's iron grip wouldn't allow even that.
"Whoa... damn, that's tight. You work out a lot, huh?"
She did, and it showed. The way her pussy clenched around him was incredible. On top of that, she'd been born with a big ass and a naturally narrow cunt, and she'd barely used either — so she was crushing him. It wasn't merely tight. It felt like her insides were biting down on his cock, squeezing it from every angle.
He hadn't felt anything like this since Yuria.
"Hhngh... this is... pretty damn good."
That springy, chewy tightness felt fantastic.
"Nngh... it hurts... hhhk..."
Having something this big shoved into a place she'd barely used was agony for Yu-min. But even through the pain, something else was stirring inside her — a sensation she'd never felt even when she'd used a vibrator. It felt like something alive was thrashing around in her depths.
"Hhh... nngh..."
A faint moan slipped out of her even with Won-seon still sitting on her face. She couldn't focus on licking anymore.
Dong-hyun gestured for Won-seon to get off. This wasn't about humiliation right now. What mattered was making Yu-min feel so good she'd submit to him of her own accord.
Won-seon climbed off at his signal, and Yu-min's pretty face came into view.
In truth, Yu-min had striking, glamorous features. Combined with that voluptuous body, her refined, Western-style looks had made her popular. Cute wasn't the word for her — she was more the exotic, high-fashion type. But the way her brow was furrowed now, fighting to endure the stimulation, was genuinely adorable.
She couldn't understand why she was feeling this way while a man was inside her, but the sensation rising from deep within was real.
"Haa... haang... slo... slowly... please... hhh..."
At first she'd been grimacing, letting out only tiny moans. But those moans grew louder. Then she started pushing at Dong-hyun's stomach with her hands, like she couldn't take any more.
"Shock. Level one."
"Hhhk... gh... uh..."
The stimulation from her pussy seemed to have dulled some of the pain — more moans than screams were coming out of her now. But she stopped trying to push him away. Instead she reached up and grabbed fistfuls of her own hair, maybe to stop herself from shoving him off without realizing it.
"Hhhk... I... I think I'm gonna... lose my mind... haaang... wait... just wait a second... let me... hhhk!! Rest... haaah..."
Every nerve in her body felt like it was standing on end. From her toes up, she was wound tight as a spring as Dong-hyun drove into her.
Gyeo-wool, who'd been watching quietly from the side, finally spoke.
"Nobody keeps their head once Master's inside them. Won-seon? Come here."
Gyeo-wool knew exactly where she stood — she was number two. And Won-seon knew Gyeo-wool outranked her, so she didn't take offense even though the younger girl was talking down to her. She went where she was told.
"I'll suck this side. You take the other."
"Yes, ma'am."
Gyeo-wool grabbed one of Yu-min's bouncing breasts and flicked her tongue over the nipple. On the other side, Won-seon seized the other breast in her rough, meaty hands.
There was nothing gentle about that touch. She squeezed like she meant to pop it, then sucked. The suction was so powerful it felt like the entire breast might disappear into her mouth.
From Gyeo-wool came a soft, teasing tickle. From Won-seon came pain, like her nipple was about to be ripped off. The two opposing sensations made it even harder for Yu-min to think. And none of it compared to the overwhelming pleasure of Dong-hyun's cock.
"Hhh... hiiiik... I'm... I'm cummiiiing!!!!!!"
She couldn't hold on. She came.
"Haa... haa... haa...??"
But Dong-hyun didn't stop. He was holding back his own orgasm with everything he had. Yu-min's insides felt so good that if he let his concentration slip for even a second, he'd blow. He clenched his ass and held on.
If Yu-min had been the first woman he'd ever fucked, he wouldn't have lasted more than a few thrusts. That was how incredible her pussy was. But he'd been through Yuria, Adrian, and plenty of others — so he could control himself this much.
"Ughii... ik... w-wait... I'm... I'm too sensitive right now... hhhk... hwaaak... no... I can't... my mind's... hhhk... going blank..."
Right after climax, her body was hypersensitive, and they were still working her in three places at once. Yu-min genuinely felt like she was going to lose her mind.
Psssshhhhh...
She couldn't hold it. She pissed herself. Not squirting — she actually wet herself, a genuine stream of urine.
At the same time her whole body started convulsing, and her pussy clenched and rippled along with it. Even Dong-hyun couldn't hold out against that. He buried himself to the hilt and emptied his load deep inside her.
"Hiiik...."
That was the last thing Yu-min managed before her eyes rolled back and she passed out.
"Whew. Nice body. Wait, did she just piss herself?"
"Pfft. Looks like it. Won-seon, take her and go wash her off."
"Yes, sir."
Won-seon slung the unconscious Yu-min over her shoulder and carried her into the shower. Water started running, and Won-seon's voice carried out.
"You piece of shit, passing out and making extra work for me? Wake the fuck up."
SMACK!
The sound of a slap rang out, but Dong-hyun had no interest in intervening. If anything, he figured pushing Yu-min to the brink would only make her cling to him harder.
Unlike Gyeo-wool, who'd submitted after a single round of sex, Yu-min still hadn't said the words — even after passing out.
A little later, Yu-min and Won-seon came back. Yu-min's cheek was badly swollen. She'd been beaten so badly she couldn't even look Won-seon in the eye.
"Won-seon. Did I say you could hit her?"
Dong-hyun deliberately put on a scolding tone. Won-seon rushed over and dropped to her knees in front of him.
"Master... I'm sorry. I overstepped."
Ahn Jin-woo was a big guy himself, but watching someone even bigger than him kneel and apologize was an amusing sight.
"You wanna beat someone, you ask permission first. Got it?"
"Huh? Ah... yes! I will. Thank you. I'm sorry."
He hadn't actually planned to punish her for it, so he let it go.
Yu-min's face fell. She'd been hoping he'd punish Won-seon for laying hands on her — but instead he'd just waved it off. And telling Won-seon to ask permission before hitting her made it painfully clear that Yu-min ranked below her.
"Then... Master... may I hit her now?"
Won-seon asked carefully.
"Sure. We're gonna step out for a bit. Make sure you educate her properly while we're gone. Don't kill her or cripple her, though. Got it?"
"Yes, sir! Leave it to me."
Won-seon's voice boomed. Yu-min's face went ashen.
"You heard him. Get moving, bitch."
Won-seon grabbed Yu-min by the hair at the back of her head and dragged her back toward the showers. Yu-min stretched out a hand toward Dong-hyun and Gyeo-wool, but the two of them were already walking out of the room.
Gyeo-wool had her arm linked through Dong-hyun's, smiling as she followed him. They looked like a couple.
The main hall wasn't crowded. Whether people had made slaves or allies, most of them had business to finish in their rooms.
One woman and three men were wandering around the hall. None of the four were wearing collars — which meant they'd won and chosen coexistence. Normally if a man won, he'd have enslaved the woman. The fact that they hadn't suggested the woman's side had been the one to win.
Dong-hyun had thought Lee Su-hyun's team was the only one that had chosen coexistence. Finding another was a surprise.
The woman spotted Dong-hyun and Gyeo-wool approaching and stood up, walking over.
"Hello. You two look like you get along well."
She'd seen them arm in arm and greeted them with a warm, easy smile. She was quite attractive — a black bob and a catlike face that inspired instant goodwill.
"Yeah, well. Same team, so we got pretty close."
Her eyes drifted to Gyeo-wool's neck.
"Hm? Last time I saw you, you were wearing a collar. It's gone now?"
"Yeah. Apparently the owner can take it off whenever they want. He took it off right away."
"Ah, I see. That makes sense. Still... letting someone you'd already enslaved go free couldn't have been easy. That's impressive."
"We never really needed to enslave anyone in the first place. It was just a safety precaution. Oh — I'm Ahn Jin-woo."
Dong-hyun deliberately introduced himself and held out his hand. The woman took it.
"I already knew your name, Jin-woo. You're kind of a celebrity around here. I'm Yoon Jin-ju."
